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Had the odd dream that a post grad psych student got mad at me for ignoring him while he was dressed as an elf doing interpretive dance, a la Russia's eurovision entry. This followed marrying my friend David in a van driving from la riviera gourmet to Waltham street where I jumped through a window and ended up at an a cappella party for the group that wants me to beat box next year.
And of course because the guy was mad at me I had to leave my dorm(Clarke middle school?) and go talk to him. Don't remember what happened next, but it was equally weird.
This dream is intensely preferable to revision, which is not going well, I just cant find enough info to constitute an essay about cadillismo on my exam tomorrow, and then I need to research revolutions in 3 countries, but that shouldn't be so bad.
I wish it was monday.
And of course because the guy was mad at me I had to leave my dorm(Clarke middle school?) and go talk to him. Don't remember what happened next, but it was equally weird.
This dream is intensely preferable to revision, which is not going well, I just cant find enough info to constitute an essay about cadillismo on my exam tomorrow, and then I need to research revolutions in 3 countries, but that shouldn't be so bad.
I wish it was monday.